"That baby was adopted," said Mark his voice like steel.

"Yeah she was," said Melissa. "Now our daughter is back where she belongs, with her mother."

Chapter 3

"You're lying," said Mark.

"No I'm not," said Melissa.

"What the fuck..."

"Charming language, really Mark," sighed Melissa.

"You better start talking fast."

"Or what?"

"Melissa Elizabeth Callahan..."

"Seriously," said Melissa. "I can rattle off all your middle names too."

"You want me to drop charges, you better start talking fast," said Mark. He wasn't messing around anymore. "We had that baby adopted thirteen years ago."

"No I had her adopted," snapped Melissa. "You ran for the hills."

"But she was adopted last time I checked adoption was permanent."

"Fine," Melissa relented. "Yes I had the baby adopted. My father suggested this couple that he was in business with, they were already on the waiting lists with the adoption agency, all I had to do was pick them. I did pick them, they were good people and I would at least know how she was doing..."

"The old man picked the parents?" Mark laughed bitterly. Melissa's father was a bastard through and through, in business and with his family. Mark had personal experience of just how nasty Melissa's father could be, he manipulated everything and everyone around him.

"He nudged me in that direction," said Melissa. "He probably got a better deal from the guy's company, or he was so sure that I was going to end up a mess and never have any more kids that he wanted to know where he could find a blood heir, whatever the reasons I picked them."

"Gotta wonder what he got out of it."

"Yeah my father is essentially Satan, I get it," said Melissa.

"Continue."

"Four years ago, there was a fire and her adoptive parents died," said Melissa. "I found out when I treated them, I recognized the name of course. I went to see her, she was scared, lonely nine year old. I was an intern at the hospital and I started to talk to her. She was supposed to be staying with her adoptive parent's sister and she did for a few months. I started to see her a few times a week after I told her who I was. Long story short, I went to court and got my parental rights reinstated. She's been with me ever since."

"So how did I get punched in the face?"

"Well naturally she asked about her father, I skated around the truth. She knew I was only 15 when she was born and I told her why I had to give her up."

"What the hell did you tell her about me?"

"I told her some of the truth, that you were old family friend, it was one night. You were too wasted to remember a condom and I was stupid. I told her you were like me you were still in school I just didn't mention that you were college senior and I was...nowhere near even graduating high school," said Melissa. "She found her birth certificate, I still don't know how she got a hold of that I thought it was still in the safe at my parent's house. Anyway apparently she googled you and found out you worked here...that is as much as I've got right now."

"Fuck!"

"You are not pressing charges," said Melissa. "I will talk to her and make sure it never happens again."

"Oh...okay," said Mark clearly stunned.

"Thank you," said Melissa then she looked closer at his eye. "That is definitely a shiner in the making. Goodbye Mark."

Melissa flounced out of the room before Mark could even think about forming words. She still had to deal with the Chief of surgery, and then there was the angry teenager in the basement.

"Come on Becca, get your stuff we are out of here," said Melissa half an hour later. She was back in the basement. "I assume you got the call from the hospital director."

"Yes," said the one remaining guard, grudgingly. "You are free to go Miss Callahan."

"Wonderful I don't get the spend the night in the cells," Rebecca mumbled.

"You would have to be the one to explain it to your Grandmother," said Melissa. "God knows you can do no wrong in her world, I would have been the one to drive you to attacking people in hospitals."

"How did you get me out of trouble?" Rebecca asked quietly.

"I did what my father used to do for me when I got into trouble," said Melissa. "I threatened to stop the donation the Callahan Foundation promised to the new pediatric wing, I feel like a monster."

"Well thank you," said Becca. "I'm sorry I freaked out."

"It's okay, honey," said Melissa. "I should have told the sordid truth about your conception earlier, I was just waiting until you were older. There is a lot of things I'm not proud of, and the way you were conceived is one of them."

"Will you tell me the truth now?" asked Rebecca. "I hate that half of my DNA is someone that raped you when you were two years older than I am now."

"How did I get such a mature kid?" said Melissa. "And your biological father did not rape me, we'll talk about it when we get back to the hotel I promise."

"Okay."